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Pardon me while I slit my throat
I got no one I got no home
Pardon me while I slit my wrist
I'm so alone I think I like it
It's gonna be an open casket funeral
You're all invited
In the paper you'll all read
With a smile on his face he must have liked it
I got no help but I don't think it'll work anyhow
Apathetic - pathetic
Dead with a hard on
Consider suicide
